Zhang Lang is not a good person, nor is he a bad person.

He has the ability to slaughter Hongchen and her men in front of him, but he can't kill these people who won't resist.

Because he hasn't exterminated humanity yet!

Indirect proof is that the blood flowing in Zhang Lang's veins has not completely turned black.

The head hurts a little, you can't kill it, but it's impossible to let Hongchen and these people follow you.

Of course, there are many ways to deal with scoundrels.

But against a scoundrel who is not even afraid of death, he really has nothing to do.

In the end, Zhang Lang could only look at Hong Chen helplessly, "Give me a day to think about it, this matter is not up to me alone, I still need to discuss it with my partner." ”

In a day, a lot can happen, for example, the corpse tide is coming.

A day later, Hong Chen and the others will not be able to survive or not, and they will not bother him at that time.

Since he can't kill people, this is the only way Zhang Lang can think of now.

One word, drag!

To Zhang Lang's surprise, after listening to his words, Hong Chen opened his eyes instantly, and instead of stalking, he nodded unexpectedly in agreement.

"Good!"

Without any nonsense, before leaving, Hong Chen glanced at Zhang Lang deeply, "We'll see you in a day!" ”

Zhang Lang watched in amazement as Hong Chen and her men got into the convoy, and in an instant, the smoke filled the air, and the convoy traveled far away......

"What a crazy woman!"

Zhang Lang shook his head helplessly, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a puff.

The smoke rushes into the mouth and into the lungs, giving the body and mind an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Smoking in a hurry, a cigarette went down, Zhang Lang drifted a little.

There are too many smokers around, except for the three women, the other partners all smoke.

It's a pity that there are more people and fewer goods, and now they are only willing to draw one or two cigarettes a day, and even so, the inventory is about to bottom out.

Blinking his mouth and feeling the aftertaste of the cigarette for a while, Zhang Lang suddenly looked at a container outside the factory.

"Hong Chen has left, it seems that you are not in the same group as her?"

Zhang Lang's gaze was as cold as ice, "So, who are you?" ”

Two figures turned out from behind the container, dressed in gray-black combat uniforms similar to special forces military uniforms, worn on their strong bodies, their faces masked, and their faces were unrecognizable.

But the eyes exposed to the mask shone with a cold and ruthless glow.

Seeing these two people appear, Zhang Lang's face suddenly changed slightly, and there was a vigilant look in his eyes.

Intuition made him feel an unspeakable danger from these two people, and it also put his body and mind on guard.

"Your name is Zhang Lang?" A masked man asked.

"Huh?" Zhang Lang was stunned, he didn't expect a stranger to be able to call his name, "Yes, my name is Zhang Lang!" ”

"I'm ninety-eight." The masked man who spoke pointed to his companion beside him, "He's ninety-nine." ”

What a strange name.

Or maybe it's a weird codename.

At the moment when the other party said his name, Zhang Lang's body and mind suddenly surged with a feeling of extreme danger. Without hesitation, his legs flicked hard and he retreated three meters backwards.

Almost as soon as he left the spot, he heard only a thud.

The ground he was on suddenly split apart and turned into a huge pit.

What kind of power is this?

Zhang Lang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he didn't understand what was going on.

There was no smell of gunpowder explosion, and there was no impact of heavy objects on the ground, and a piece of ground shattered out of thin air?

At the moment when Zhang Lang was in shock, the big man called 'Ninety-Eight' had already pounced on him.

Another person, 'Ninety-Nine', disappeared behind the container in a flash.

Judging from the 'ninety-eight' movement, this person's physical flexibility is a little incredible.

His movements were very fast, and almost instantly, his figure crossed a distance of dozens of meters and appeared in front of Zhang Lang.

A palm with a tactical glove grabbed Zhang Lang's neck like lightning. It moves like the talons of an eagle in its feeding.

The strong force brought up a strong wind pressure, and in the face of this palm, Zhang Lang felt a sense of suffocation!

In the face of the other party's inexplicable attack, Zhang Lang's face turned cold, and he also raised a palm, and his movements were almost the same as that of this big man, and the palms of the two collided together without any fancy in the next moment.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Zhang Lang suddenly felt a pain in his fingers and lost consciousness.

'Ninety-Eight' was even more uncomfortable, his palm trembled, and after a blow, the five fingers of his right hand twisted strangely, and it seemed to hurt the joint.

"First order? Not right......"

muttered to himself, 'Ninety-eight' did not retreat but advanced, and roared, ignoring the injury on his right hand, and directly stepped and rubbed his body close to Zhang Lang.

His left hand slashed horizontally like a hammer at Zhang Lang's neck, and while he stepped forward, his knee was raised high, and a knee hit Zhang Lang's chest.

It can be seen that his movements are not like traditional fighting, but more like a chaotic fight, not only violent, but also full of violent beauty.

After a simple fight, Zhang Lang had already discovered that the other party was an evolutionary.

Only the Evolver is qualified to block his current attack.

Moreover, the opponent's body is extremely strong, and his strength is surprisingly great.

Zhang Lang and he clearly knew that if he was really hit by the opponent's punch and kick, it would definitely be like being hit by a real sledgehammer, and whether the body could withstand it or not was two words.

It was the first time in his life that Zhang Lang had encountered such a terrifying opponent!

However, he didn't have any fear, but a feeling of excitement was born in his heart!

In the face of the big man's attack, Zhang Lang not only did not retreat, but also turned his thigh and went up to the opponent's thigh.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and blood splattered!

The legs of the two collided together at the same time, and the blood instantly stained the trousers red.

Both of them did their best in this impact, so the damage caused to each other was also extremely great.

Zhang Lang only felt that his entire right leg was unconscious, and his muscles twitched overwhelmed.

'Ninety-Eight''s right leg was also bloody and blurred, revealing Mori Bai's stubble.

However, as if he didn't feel hurt or pain, he swung his left fist at Zhang Lang's temple......

But he was still a step slower in the end.

After his body evolved because of the corpse crystal, Zhang Lang now has a fighting instinct that is almost like a beast.

Although he has not undergone any training, he has unexpected reflexes and ferocity in the ever-changing fighting.

In the face of the 'ninety-eight' call, not only did he not dodge, but instead tilted his forehead back, slammed forward, and hit his head with a hammer.

Because the two of them were close at hand, this hammer hit 'Ninety-Eight' in the face.

In an instant, a mixture of intense pain and sourness swept through Ninety-Eight's body, and tears came out of his eyes......